Isn't this the master of operatic intellectual romance? And Sophie Marceau is the flighty star of a brilliantly weird mentalist nightclub performance. En route to their own May-September fling, they each work through their childhood traumas while trying to keep Lucas' linguistic skills. Its sumptuous wordplay amazes, as Lucas' only method to battle his own disappearing mind is to talk with increasingly rhyming and metaphorical flourishes, until the entire universe becomes one giant sweet-toothed, Zulawskian word-association game.
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Isn't this the master of operatic intellectual romance? And Sophie Marceau is the flighty star of a brilliantly weird mentalist nightclub performance. En route to their own May-September fling, they each work through their childhood traumas while trying to keep Lucas' linguistic skills. Its sumptuous wordplay amazes, as Lucas' only method to battle his own disappearing mind is to talk with increasingly rhyming and metaphorical flourishes, until the entire universe becomes one giant sweet-toothed, Zulawskian word-association game.
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